Seattle 1973

Fuel & Pollen, part 6

Seattle, 1973. 

Tragic, black, scampering white streaks on the pavement. Heavy glow scurries from the neon lights of a Seattle bar. Sunday, slept in a down poor. Angels slip into rubber lingerie, lounging in the gutters, looming in a playful sorrow. Ferocious,clawing, biting

...indecisive. Shadows drawn as handprints on the lonely brick walls, aimlessly blessed, mildewing windows drool out the caressed, souls filter through black water. This hotel room has such a long face, why so dysphoric? Has the dreary sunk into the carpet, however the way. Defective                                         

 

Author's Note

This is kinda of a throw back to my old doom and gloom poetry books. I am planning on doing more of them so its kinda a way to get back into it.

For the poem itself, it was really inspired by old mafia movies and the song that is playing right now. Its very dark. I wanted the format to be in the style of an old newspaper article. So no fancy tricks, just what I wrote. No stanzas, no line breaks, just a poem. This is part 6 of 8, from Fuel & Pollen.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Good music and I like the description in the poem. I like the feel of old and the visions create by strong statements. Thank you for the poetry and the music.
Coyote

[Yheela]

Like an old film, with broken people. Nice.

[Mockingbird]

very gritty and noirish. great job.

[Barbara Walker]

Great imagery in this piece! Kudos!

[That_Girl]

Impressive use of your neverending imagery. Well done! One note though...

"Sunday, slept in a down poor" I'm not certain if this is a play on words...? If not, if you are speaking of rain, it should be 'pour'. :)

[MOON]

Poignant write deep and dark get the brooding doom laden mafia feel.

[Dayran]

The reference to old mafia movies is accurate and portrays a life plan less chosen. It may be due to an experience of displacement..... the subtle experience that the older brother takes all the praise and father wants you to be more like him. But I don't think your older brother has the class you display in the styles in which you portray your message. You may have to love them all someday while your brother will only love the one.

[Pax]

there is a lonesome essence and very mysterious poem... specially the blank...lol.. anyways.. a really intriguing poem descriptive and short that really made me think.. Great!

[afra]

Sad but great ...i enjoyed it ....well done

[Kelsey]

This really illustrates what you said you were aiming for in the author's note. It gives a very good visual. Nicely done.